What an arbitrary moment tonight is. At the ‘stroke’ of midnight the human calendar changes numerals from 2019 to a higher number, 2020.

There are so many strange words that align with time: Minutes, seconds, weeks, months, days, centuries… All starting from an ‘earlier’ moment and progressing in higher numbers until ‘today’.

Today. What is today. If you’re high on drugs, today is a wonderful way to debate what you think is brilliant and then you forget what you think and will not think in a coherent way until tomorrow.

Today: A moment you live in or just lived. It remains that way until the ‘stroke’ of midnight and then it is tomorrow which then becomes another ‘today’.

i have little use for time other than the creatures on this planet are a slave to time. They are conceived, born, grow, and die. The lives mimic the calendar and the words that align with time. It is fun to watch it all unfold, however, time itself is boring.

Boring is what time is. Pure boredom. Much better to live in a world where time has no beginning or end. A world where you can live in whatever ‘time’ you desire. To see yourself conceived, born, grow, and die. Or do it in reverse; die, grow, born, conceive…

But my world is alien and strange and it is good it is this way. But, for those who just love to be slaves, enjoy the ‘stroke’ of midnight and your ‘new’ year. Some great things coming in 2020. Tonight while this world celebrates i will be celebrating, in mine.

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1 January in the year 2020

night passed as is always does

filled with  language, picture, vibrations,  (insert)

now

was that 1,2,or three before

or

after that?